Turkey in the Straw

As I was a-goin’
On down the road
With a tired team
And a heavy load
I cracked my whip
And the leader sprung
I says day-day
To the wagon tongue

Turkey in the straw
Turkey in the straw
Roll ‘em up and twist ‘em up
A high tuck a-haw
And hit ‘em up a tune called
Turkey in the Straw

Went out to milk
And I didn’t know how
I milked the goat
Instead of the cow
A monkey sittin’
On a pile of straw
A winkin’ at
His mother-in-law

Turkey in the straw
Turkey in the straw
Roll ‘em up and twist ‘em up
A high tuck a-haw
And hit ‘em up a tune called
Turkey in the Straw

I came to the river
And I couldn’t get across
So I paid five dollars
For a big bay hoss
Well, he wouldn’t go ahead
And he wouldn’t stand still
So he went up and down
Like an old saw mill

Turkey in the straw
Turkey in the straw
Roll ‘em up and twist ‘em up
A high tuck a-haw
And hit ‘em up a tune called
Turkey in the Straw

Did you ever go fishin’
On a warm summer day
When all the fish
Were swimmin’ in the bay
With their hands in their pockets
And their pockets in their pants
Did you ever see a fishie
Do the Hootchy-Kootchy Dance?

Turkey in the straw
Turkey in the straw
Roll ‘em up and twist ‘em up
A high tuck a-haw
And hit ‘em up a tune called
Turkey in the Straw

Wikipedia Lyrics
Turkey in de straw, turkey in de hay
Turkey in de straw, turkey in de hay
Roll ‘em up an’ twist ‘em up a high tuc-ka-haw
An’ twist ‘em up a tune called Turkey in the Straw

Gobble, Gobble

Gobble, gobble, gobble
Hear the turkey say
When November comes along
I think I’ll run away.

Foolish Question on Thanksgiving Day

I met a Turkey Gobbler
When I went out to play.
Oh, Mr. Turkey Gobbler,
How are you today?

GOBBLE, GOBBLE, GOBBLE
That I cannot say
Don’t ask me such a question
On Thanksgiving Day

The Turkey

The turkey is a funny bird
It’s head goes bobble, bobble
And all he knows is just one word……
Gobble-gobble!

PUMPKIN’S CHOICE

Pumpkin in the cornfield
Shiny, round and slick
You are big and yellow,
Ripe enough to pick.

Tell me would you rather
Turn into pumpkin pies,
Or become a lantern
With funny, crooked eyes?

This is my opinion;
I think you’ll like it most,
To be a Jack-O-Lantern,
To sit upon a post

Five Batty Bats

Five batty bats
Were hanging beneath the moon.

“Quiet!” said the first.
“The witch is coming soon.”

“She’s green,” said the second,
“With a purple pointy nose.”

“Black boots,” said the third,
“Cover up her ugly toes.”

THE PUMPKIN

The Jack-o-Lantern chuckled
Then winked his funny eye
“I would rather be a pumpkin face
Than be inside a pie!”

ON HALLOWEEN

The witches fly
Across the sky,
The owls go, “Who? Who? Who?”
The black cats yowl
And green ghosts howl,
“SCARY HALLOWEEN TO YOU!”

The Little Red House with a Star Inside

Once upon a time a little boy named Johnny asked his mother to make a mommy magic for him.

“How would you like to find a little red house with no windows, no doors, a chimney on top, and a star inside?” asked his mother.

Johnny said he would like that very much.

So Johnny and his mother went for a walk.

They saw Johnny’s friend, Jenny, jumping rope.

“Do you know where I can find a little red house with no windows, no doors, a chimney on top, and a star inside” asked Johnny?

“No.” said Jenny. “But maybe Farmer Jones knows that.”

Johnny and his mother walked until they came to Farmer Jones.

Johnny asked him, “Do you know where I can find a little red house with no windows, no doors, a chimney on top, and a star inside?”

“No.” said Farmer Jones. But I bet my Grandma knows. She has lived a long, long time, and she knows most everything.”

They went to see Grandma Jones. She was rocking back and forth in a rocking chair on the front porch.

Johnny asked her, “Grandma, Jones, do you know where I can find a little red house with no windows, no doors, a chimney on top, and a star in the middle?”

“Go into the orchard and ask Mr. Wind.” said Grandma Jones.

So Johnny went into the orchard.

Mr. Wind came and blew so hard, that an apple fell down onto Johnny’s lap.

“This is what we’ve been looking for!” shouted Johnny. They cut it open, and inside was a star.

Johnny and his mother walked home and showed Grandma Jones, Farmer Jones, and Jenny the apple. Then each of them ate a piece of the apple.

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Haunted House

By Jack Prelutsky

There’s a house upon the hilltop
We will not go inside
For that is where the witches live,
Where ghosts and goblins hide.

Tonight they have their party,
All the lights are burning bright,
But oh we will not go inside
The haunted house tonight.

The demons there are whirling
And the spirits swirl about.
They sing their songs to Halloween.
“Come join the fun,” they shout.

But we do not want to go there
So we run with all our might
And oh we will not go inside
The haunted house tonight